by Cherry Lee
Just as it had done when she’d tried it on herself, the tough flesh resisted. She immediately started pressing her crotch harder against him, trying to distract herself with pleasure. He pinched her nipple harder and jabbed, drilling the needle viciously into the side of the stubborn nub. Though the heat between her legs was growing, it wasn’t nearly enough to offset the pain. Melissa screamed as the metal slowly pierced her then came through on the other side. The shining, thin spike stuck out on either side of her dark red berry like some tribal ornamentation.
Tears ran down Melissa’s face into her blonde hair. She whipped her head back against the pillow and cursed mutely into her gag. Straining against the bonds on her wrists and ankles, she arched up off the bed.
John reached for another needle, but paused before taking it. “Do you want me to stop?”
Melissa shook her head violently. Her voice was a hoarse croak that could hardly be understood around the gag. “Please, no!”
After that, John was inexorable, leaving her to use his knee as a diversion if she could. He cleaned the second needle and stretched her other nipple to poke it through. This time, he used his fingernails to get a better grip. Then, having learned from experience, he buried the tip of the sharp spike a little lower, spearing the very top of her areola nearest the nipple. It slid through a little easier, but it was just as agonizing as the first.
Despite the excruciating pain, Melissa couldn’t drag her eyes away from her chest. She stared in fascination at her swollen purple breasts, thin lines of blood now seeping from under the copper wrapping cutting into them. She gazed at the twin needles now piercing their tips.
John picked up the camera again and documented her pain with a series of snapshots. “God, this looks amazing.” He crouched and clicked from an angle that displayed her breasts like an exotic landscape. He stood and took a few pictures of Melissa’s face, the anguished frown and tear tracks down her cheeks.
She made a muffled sound in her throat, begging him to release her, but John moved down to the foot of the bed and snapped photos of her yawning pussy and bound feet. Once he had taken stills, he switched to video, covering the same ground, occasionally teasing her sex with his finger and, twice, twisting a needle to make her squeal and squirm. Once he was satisfied, he laid the camera aside and moved to Melissa’s chest to unfasten the copper wire from around her breast.
Despite the surprising ease that he had seemed to get into his new role, he looked concerned. “I don’t know how long your tits can take this. I don’t want to cause any permanent damage.”
For a moment, Melissa felt relief at the release of her breasts. But, a moment later, when blood rushed back into the tortured flesh, she felt fresh waves of pain course through her. Saliva drooled from the corners of her stretched mouth as she cried into her gag once more.
Once she caught her breath, she gaped at her breasts, looking at the deep purple circles and smeared lines of crimson around their bases. She had expected the pain to be different than she had imagined, and it was, but the one thing that wasn’t was how horny it made her. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the fullness and heat in her sex.
John saw her gaping at the damage and took pity on her. He reached his hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her cunt. Lubing them with her juices, he rubbed his fingers up over her clit. He massaged and manipulated her until Melissa moaned with pleasure. Waves of desire coursed through her. She began to thrust into his hand. Somehow the horrible pain in her tits only magnified the gathering orgasm swelling in the nerve bundle of her clit.
He yanked on a needle, sending a delicious shock of pain through her nipple, but before she could come, John took his hand away. She moaned and screamed in frustration, raising her hips into the air as if she could catch his hand, then slamming her bottom back down on the bed when she couldn’t.
John leaned over, brushed her hair away from her ear with his musk-scented fingers and whispered, “Not yet, baby.”
He went to the box and returned with the riding crop that had captured his attention earlier. It was a long, black strip of wood and rawhide. He held it up for Melissa’s inspection then brought it down with a smack over her tits. They jiggled under the blow.
Tears blurred her vision, but she could see John’s eyes light up. He evidently liked the way her bouncing tits looked. He whipped the crop across them again, then dropped several blows in rapid succession. The thin cuts criss-crossed Melissa’s full bosom. aAs John whipped her over and over until a network of red lines marked her tits. Without any direct stimulation, the pain pushed her limits. She tried to thrust her bottom down, to do anything to keep the tingling going, but the crop landed again.
Watching her writhe, John smiled and drew the triangular flap of leather at the tip of the crop through the wet folds between her legs. He pressed it on her clitoris and twisted it until she groaned. The moment she closed her eyes, it was gone.
Not content with punishing her breasts, John brought the crop down on her belly, the tops of her thighs and even across her pussy. Melissa’s body jerked and strained against her bonds. She squealed and moaned and squirmed from side to side as best she could, trying to escape the blows.
After another brief tease of the crop’s tip at her pussy, John returned his attention to her tits, delivering a few more snaps across the swaying mounds. Just as she thought she could take no more, he set the crop down. He took off his shirt and unfastened the fly of his jeans.
John was sweating and red-faced. It wasn’t from the minimal effort her whipping had required. He was aroused past the point of reason, his eyes dilated and his breathing ragged and fast. When he pulled his pants down,, his cock burst free. It strained toward Melissa like a heat-seeking missile.
John finished stripping then sat on the bed beside her, one hand stroking his dick. “God, I’ve never wanted you so much. You look so incredibly hot.” He reached toward her breast, laced with red lines. His fingers bracketed her nipple, hooking around the needle on either side. Then he pulled.
Melissa howled. She thrust her chest upward trying to follow his hand, but her bonds held her to the bed. She could only watch as her nipple stretched away from her chest by the big needle piercing it. The pain was so intense Melissa saw blackness at the edge of her vision and bright lights popping in front of her eyes. She thought she might pass out in a moment if John didn’t stop. Melissa’s chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths like a terrorized rabbit.
Just when she thought she could take no more, John paused, giving her a moment to breathe then grasped the needle in her other breast with his other hand. He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath. When she looked directly at his hands, he twisted and pulled.
Agonizing fire bolts of pain lanced through her. She tried to scream that she was done, finished, the game was over, but her words were trapped in her throat and the agony went on.
Melissa felt him move, felt his bare knee drive between her legs. It wasn’t what she wanted, but it was enough. She suddenly felt something shift inside her, like the movement of a clock hand ticking from one second to the next. Suddenly she was apart from herself, an impartial observer watching the struggling girl on the bed moan and shake. Melissa could still experience the pain but she had moved beyond it. She was a resident spirit looking out through Melissa’s eyes and quietly watching her body’s torture. She felt a curious elation lift her.
John stopped pulling on the needles and began to remove them from Melissa’s nipples. She grunted as he jerked them out, but didn’t scream. He took another alcohol pad and dabbed the wet gauze over the thin cuts on her breasts and the holes in her nipples, then wiped it over all the welts left by the crop. The alcohol burned and stung the raw wounds.
Although Melissa instinctively struggled at the new form of pain, her mind was still in that other place. John untied the gag and offered her a sip of bottled water, which she swallowed gratefully.
Melissa moved her tense jaw back an
She glanced down at John’s swollen cock. Its head was purple and weeping pearly drops of pre-come. “Are you going to fuck me now?” Melissa asked.
“Soon,. oOne more thing.” John took a spool of nylon fishing line from the box. He pulled out a generous length and fastened a loop around the base of Melissa’s nipple. He drew the loop tight.
She barely felt it. The tiny pain was like a mosquito bite compared to the devouring jaws of a lion she had already suffered.
He wrapped the transparent filament around and around her long nipple, moving toward the top. He bound it all the way to her raspberry tip then back down to include the aureoleareola. Melissa’s nipples were always long, but by the time John finished binding them, they extended almost two inches. They stood up as erect as two tiny hostages. The tip of each nipple turned a deep shade of indigo.
John took more pictures and video, zooming in with the camera to capture the shade and texture of Melissa’s bound nipples. “I love how they look. I want to show you off, you’re so hot. Maybe we could upload these to a web page.”
Melissa pictured anonymous strangers looking at her tied body and tortured tits. The idea excited and thrilled her. Her pussy clenched and released wetly. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to give herself relief, but couldn’t.
“Please, baby, fuck me now,” she begged. “I’m so ready for you.”
John needed no further invitation. He climbed between her stretched and trembling legs and guided his cock into her willing body. Melissa lifted her hips to encourage him as he thrust inside.
His weight pinning her to the bed added extra strain on her aching wrists and ankles. Melissa felt completely helpless, unable to wrap her arms and legs around John as she normally would. She lay immobile beneath him. His chest pressed her agonized breasts, rubbing across them as he moved against her.
John lifted himself up on his arms so he could stare at her tits while he fucked her. After a moment he paused in his thrusting, pulling completely out of Melissa and moving down so he could bend his head easily to her breast. He took one of the tightly bound nipples into his mouth.
Melissa had lost almost all sensation in her nipples, but she could feel John’s hot, wet mouth sucking hard, and her body responded. She arched her upper back, offering her tits to him without reservation.
He rolled his tongue over the knobby, elongated buds then sucked them again. Just as Melissa closed her eyes and relaxed under the soothing warmth of his mouth, John abruptly bit her nipple hard.
Melissa’s eyes flew open and she shrieked.
John clapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. He moved his mouth to her other tit. He sucked and licked the stiff nipple thoroughly before delivering another cruel bite.
Melissa cried out again into his muffling hand.
Seeming satisfied by her reaction, John rose above her and pushed his cock into her wet hole once more. He thrust in and out, faster and faster, grunting with each thrust. As he got closer to coming, he started squeezing her tits convulsively and biting her nipples again as he fucked her almost brutally. He was so aroused by the extended foreplay of Melissa’s torture that it didn’t take long for him to begin to come.
As they hammered against each other, Melissa’s screams turned to moans. Her cunt clutched John’s shaft hungrily. It thrilled her to see her lover lose himself in her body. Her own desire swelled and burst inside her in a shower of sparks that flashed against the screen of her closed eyelids.
They shuddered together until they were both spent. John collapsed on top of Melissa’s tortured body, covering her like a big, heavy blanket. His dead weight pinned her torso and stretched her limbs for several moments before he rolled off her.
While she relaxed in a post-sex stupor, John unspooled the fishing line from Melissa’s nipples. She managed to keep her eyes open long enough to watch their color go from blackberry to bright raspberry. She could feel the burning tingle of blood suffusing them. They ached and throbbed, reminding her of all her tits had been through. She wondered if the stripes from her whipping or the circles around her breasts from the copper binding would leave marks. In a way, she hoped they would. She wanted to be able to look at herself later and instantly recall the things John had done to her. She wanted to bear the scars of his attention. And she definitely wanted him to do it again. There were so many interesting things he had yet to try.
After John had untied her and rubbed the feeling back into her numb hands and feet, he sat beside her on the bed. His hands roamed over her scarred breasts, tracing the lines he had made and stroking her bright red nipples.
“This has been an unbelievable night,” he said. “Was it anything like you thought it would be?”
Melissa wasn’t sure of her answer. The reality of her torture had been more severely painful than pleasurable—not quite like her fantasy. Yet she had achieved moments of transcendence in the midst of the pain that made the whole experience worthwhile. She would do it again in a heartbeat.
“I loved it,” she admitted. “What about you?”
John just smiled, as though the answer was obvious. “Now that you’ve admitted your fantasies to me,” he hesitated, “I have a porn stash of my own I’d like to show you. Some things I’d like to try if you were willing.”
“Really?” Melissa thought she shouldn’t be so surprised. John had shown that he wasn’t the Boy Scout she had thought—except for the tying knots part, which he had executed in admirable scout fashion. “What kinds of things?”
John blushed. “I have a lot of different things I’ve been looking at. Taking pictures of you doing them and posting them is part of what I’d like to do. I thought maybe we could even buy a web cam. How would you feel about that?”
The idea was a huge turn-on. Again, Melissa pictured silent strangers watching her and beating off to the images. Her crotch tightened at the thought. “I could get into that,” she said. “What are we talking about?”
John shrugged. “I’ll show you; bondage, spanking, whipping, multiple partners… I’m eclectic. I like a little bit of a lot of things. I’m sure we can find plenty to do.” He squeezed a breast. “Especially to these.”
Melissa felt her stomach leap and her horizons abruptly expanding. “Really?” she repeated. “Show me.”
“Okay.” John went to get his laptop. He set it on the edge of the bed and paused before opening the pictures file. “I have one more question first.”
“Yeah?”
“How do you feel about power tools?”
Melissa’s eyes widened. It was the quiet ones that surprised you.
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Cherry Lee is firmly of the opinion that sometimes a girl just wants to get really, really naughty. Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. Cherry Lee enjoys exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample her stories. You may learn more about Cherry at her website: http://www.cherryleewriter.com.
You can find other e-books written by Cherry Lee at Darker Pleasures (www.darkerpleasures.com).
Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in erotic breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotica authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures began publishing revised and edited releases of the BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine. Darker Pleasures’ stories and books can be found through Smashwords and other e-book outlets.
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Cherry Lee is firmly of the opinion that sometimes a girl just wants to get really, really naughty. Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. Cherry Lee enjoys exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample her stories. You may learn more about Cherry at her website: http://www.cherryleewriter.com
Other e-books written by Cherry Lee can be found at:
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/cherrilee
Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotic authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Daniels, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Bonnie Dee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures started publishing revised and edited releases of BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine through Smashwords.
Other e-books published by Darker Pleasures can be found at:
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/darkerpleasures
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